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8502020892
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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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850818
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Sunday, August 18, 1985
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METRO FINAL
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SPT
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1D
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<BYLINE>
MITCH ALBOM
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Copyright (c) 1985, Detroit Free Press
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<HEADLINE>
IT'S YOUR TURN TO WRITE A PRESCRIPTION FOR TIGERS
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"AND WHAT MAKES YOU SO SMART?"  he wanted to know. Of course, I could not
answer him right away, since he screamed the question into my ear at close
range, while spilling beer on my pants.

  But  when I recovered I started thinking, well, maybe he's got a point,
maybe. 

  We were talking about the Tigers. Every sports writer in town, it seems,
has buried the Tigers, or at least fluffed their casket. Maybe they're right,
and maybe not. No one knows.
  Which is sort of what the man in the bar was saying -- his guess is as
good as mine. Alas, he said, the average Joe or Josie never gets  a chance to
write what they think in the newspaper. If they did, they'd show 'em.
  And so I figured, why not?
  Below is the standard "Here's What's The Matter With The Tigers" column,
model number  JC25700. You'll notice it is filled with blanks. These are for
you. Put down your thoughts. Then send your column in.
  If it's really creative, maybe we'll print it, and I can take the day off
and  go scream in some sports writer's ear.

  Hey, sports fans. Here's the real lowdown on those Tigers of 1985.
  They are ------------- to win the pennant. Believe me. I know. I've been
writing  a column for four seconds now.
  OK. They need a guy who can ------------------ when the team is
------------------. Without that, they're not worth -------------.
  And they should tell -------------  to get off his rusty ---------------
and learn how to -------------- again. Fast.
  And I have just two words for the Tigers' bullpen: -------------
-------------!
  Also, I think -------------  must have a hole in his glove. 
  Just the same, everybody should stop picking on ----------------. Baseball
is a tough game. The pressure. The grind. Besides, if you really want to pick
on somebody,  how about -------------? I mean, he ------------, doesn't he?
  Also, I think ---------- must have a hole in his bat.
  Still, there are many good players. I'd like to have 10 of --------------.
And I want to jump and holler "Hooray!" every time ------------ --------- a
--------- only my friend always says, "Sit down, I can't see."
  Sparky Anderson? He's -------------. And Kirk Gibson is the
-------------- ever. Aurelio Lopez should be ---------------. I'd love to
invite --------------- to my house for ------------------.
  Of course, the Tigers never should have traded --------------.  But I sure
wish they would trade ------------- before he dies of embarrassment. Or we do.
  I mean, come on. Did you see that game where
-------------------------------? If that wasn't the ---------- thing I've ever
seen, then you can just hit me over the head with a -----------.
  As for the pennant race, well, the idea of Toronto winning the division
makes me want to ------------. Then again,  the idea of the Yankees winning it
makes me really want to ---------------.
  All the Tigers need to get back into this is -------------. Of course if
they don't, I'll  have to watch the Lions play  all September. And that would
be ------------- .
  In the meantime, let's leave ------------- alone. He's a pawn in a chess
game of fate. (Fancy words, huh? Every column should have a few fancy words.)
  Also, I think ------------- must have a hole in his head.
  So there you have it. This is why the Tigers will be in ----------------
come October.
  I am qualified to make such statements because  I have been a Tigers
-------------- for ------------- years, which makes me at least as smart as
any sports writer in town.
  Doesn't it?
  Send to Mitch Albom, Detroit Free Press Sports, 321 W. Lafayette, Detroit,
MI, 48231.
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